Talking to Robins

I have always been very close to my Dad. I know it sounds corny but he really was my best friend. He was the funniest, smartest and most caring person I knew. I could talk to him about anything, any problem or predicament and when he didn't know what to say he'd simply say Hug?? My Dad retired at 59, he worked hard all his life and was made redundant weeks before his 60th birthday. When I had the girls he helped me a lot. He would get the bus up to me once a week as he didn't drive and stay for 2 days. He made me tea, chatted to me about god knows what, made me laugh when I was about to crack, held a screaming colicky baby and played with a toddler pretending to be a puppy, princess or whatever was required of him that particular day. We would watch Home and Away and drink coffee when the girls napped. I loved having him around and he loved having a purpose to his day and spending time with the girls. I went back to work part time when my eldest girl started school and h

I have been a little bit lost of late, when I say late I mean approximately 5 or 6 years. I was living life happily all be it a bit hectic, Mum of two girls, wife, daughter, sister, friend. I had given up my job when I had my first little girl and being at home with my babies was all I ever wanted.  My life started going on a roller coaster that I was not prepared for, I hadn't signed up for this rocky turbulent road (more about that later) but hey such is life. I have started to come out of the  fog (hopefully) and entering a whole new stage of life so I decided to blog about it, instead of a diary and I suppose a kind of therapy. Personally talking has always helped me through the most challenging times in my life, I love talking. A little too much i think. So here I am about to bare my soul.